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It had been several months since she had been pulled away from her bed and into the presence of a woman identifying herself as Cosmos. This woman was an interesting case to her as she sounded a lot like Modgardsormr and yet Hydalen within the same breath. Always one to be a little pragmatic about things the Dragoon had headed to one of the smaller towns away from Torenstein. The pub was small and pretty empty as she entered and smiled at the bartender as she moved to rest her spear against the corner behind her as she sat down inside the chair.
The wood creaked beneath her armored weight as she felt the age of the chair. A younger looking waitress came walking over to her with a wide smile on her face and would ask her order of drink as she handed her a small menu of food. ”I will take a large mug of ale. If its strong do not worry. I am good as I enjoy a strong drink.”
Nodding she would smile at the Dragoon and head off toward the bar. As she walked away Eillien would close her eyes and reflect back upon the events as she had most nights. The eye throbbed beside her but she would ignore Nidhogg’s influence as eventually she would destroy this eye and restore her mind as a no trespassing zone. Yet her thoughts moved away from the invasive wyrm’s spirit.
Settling down on the gates and whatever she wanted to remember about the conversation. For her it was more the other people that had been there. The armored noble knight and the much more roguish man who she had kept an eye on throughout. It was a sideways glance that was pretty much just keeping an eye on him yet had ulterior motives as she could not help but linger on him as their first meeting had been a rather abrupt one because of town guards and drunken fun. Her self imposed thought stupor would slip away as the woman brought back theale and set it down in front of her. Pulling a piece of Pure Allagan Silver from her pocket she handed it to her. “I hope this covers my drinks for the rest of the night.”
Glancing down the woman nodded and ran to her father if she had to guess. The man would check the piece and nod giving Eillien a thumbs up about her tab and meal for the rest of the night. Smiling back she would raise the glass and begin to drink it. Long days on the road made her appreciate these slow simple moments.
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Sorry I ruined your happy-go-lucky bar scene. xD I wanted to shake it up a little.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
[attr="class","itsover"] Faris couldn't remember why he'd come to the frigid mountain summit, but it matched his mood perfectly. The air pricked at his face when he left it uncovered. The wind howled through distant mountain passes. On this side of the country, the nights were long and the days were weak. Maybe Faris had come this way on his quest to find a lead on Chaos or that gate he kept dreaming of. Maybe the town had drawn him by the shadows, pinching and pulling until he had no choice but to turn and come. Either way, Faris felt something dark in his heart as he tromped, shivering, through snow-covered streets. That darkness had always been there, he supposed, but he'd never given it a voice. It scared him -- that thing inside of him. He didn't have a name for it except maybe pain. Loneliness. Guilt. Confusion. He'd buried it under a flood of adrenaline and alcohol just like he always did, but it had never really died. And now he was here.
In Sonora. Alone.
There were probably some jobs to be taken. The place sure as hell needed some monster hunters around if his experience getting here had told him anything. But for once, he didn't feel like taking them. The usual combat rush felt wrong somehow in this quiet, snowy town. That left the bar. He didn't want to go there, not really, but his feet wandered that way on their own accord. He didn't realize where he'd gone until he was standing outside, peering dully through the glass.
It was warm inside. He could feel it through the window. Warm, loud, and a subtle orange from the electrical lights. He looked longingly to the people inside -- too drunk or distracted to notice him. He wanted to join them. A chat or a fight would get his mind off of things, and then maybe he could just move on. But he knew how he got when he drank like this. With his head full of muck and his heart in the pits of hell. 'It wouldn't end well,' he told himself, 'Come on, have a single drop of restraint, won't you?'
Faris would have left. He had every intention of it. He would have turned and left and for once not drowned his sorrows in booze, company, and action. But as he was turning, something caught his eye. A teal something with her hair all tied up in a bun. Faris paused at the sudden flux of color and edged closer to the window again. He couldn't be sure from behind -- she wasn't wearing her sharp black armor -- but he swore the woman near the back was someone he knew. Someone he'd met a few days after the damned fiend Chaos had attacked. He paused, hand uncertainly at the glass. He didn't know her well, if it was even her. They'd had a talk. He'd turned into a ninja and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. She'd followed from the air like the dragoon she was, and then he'd left. He didn't need to approach her just like he didn't need the harsh burn of whiskey or the warmth of a crackling heater.
Still though...
Faris was walking through the door before he'd come to an actual decision. The air was heavy with liquor and warm perspiration. He approached her cautiously, uncertain. Even up close, he couldn't be sure who she was. His memory had tied her so closely to sharp edges and black metal that part of him was almost sure he was mistaken. But as he rounded the corner, he got a glimpse of her face, and that was another story all together. "Eillien?" he tried, creeping forward, "The dragoon from Torensten?"
It wasn't a perfect introduction, but it was the best he could do with his mood. The smell of this place inspired a longing in him and his neck prickled uneasily. Even as he approached the woman, he couldn't shake the thought that he was making yet another mistake.
Eillien would be resting her head absentmindedly on the open palm of her gaunletted hand the mug within her other hand as the door opened and then closed. With her location if she had paid the mind she would of noticed the pirate entering the bar but she did not notice the fellow warrior of the crystals. Raising the mug up she had taken a long drink of the sour mash ale and had set it down as the voice pulled her from her stupor. The familiarity of it was there to draw her back especially since it was her name.
“Yes?” Her response was quick and to the point as she turned toward the voice and look at him. It was the familiar face of the pirate despite only the singular meeting it had most certainly left an impression with her. The chase from the guards and her jumping through the air after him within Torenstein. It was an exhilarating day but she smiled at him as the familiarity perked into her mind. “And you are the ninja that ran from the guards with such ease… Though I think you preferred to be called Faris instead of sir ninja.”
Waving a hand toward the empty seat to her right with her black metal covered hand she smiled at Faris. This was a welcome surprise for her after she had parted ways with Kain and Nanaki after the escort mission she had wandered a long while. She had picked up the warmer coat and armor that she wore. Once she began to travel the northern lands and when her armor had become damaged during a fight with a stronger beast than before. Eillien had modified all of her remaining armor into the gauntleted hands and legs as well as the folded helm that rested within her pack.
“So what brings you all the way up here to Sonora Faris? Still searching for information like I am about that lady in white’s words or for other reasons? Though no matter the answer I would like to say that it is good to see a familiar face even if it one that I only met in passing.” It was true that was why the Dragoon was travelling up here. That and the town of Sonora reminded her of Ishgard with its atmosphere and weather. So for her the reminder of home was something she liked.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
[attr="class","itsover"] She recognized him.
Faris wasn't sure how to feel about that. Part of him had hoped that he'd been wrong -- that she'd turn him away so that he could go and sulk in peace. But maybe fate had a different idea in store for him. Sulking had never really been his style.
Surprisingly, she remembered him just on sight. “And you are the ninja that ran from the guards with such ease. Though I think you preferred to be called Faris instead of sir ninja.” He grinned a little sheepishly at that. He guessed he'd made an impression. Then again, it was hard not to when his typical day ended in bar fights, monster tournaments, or fleeing through a cloud of smoke as a ninja.
"Aye, that name'll do good enough. Though I wouldn't mind the latter. Sir Ninja. It has a bit of a catchy ring to it, I think."
He pulled out a chair, uncertain whether to stay, but driven by habit nonetheless. He slouched into it, half awake and half uncaring while she smiled at him. He wasn't sure how to feel about that smile. On any other day, he'd welcome it, but now...
“So what brings you all the way up here to Sonora, Faris?"
"Eh?" Faris sat up, thrown off by the casual question, as Eillien continued.
"Still searching for information like I am about that lady in white’s words or for other reasons? Though no matter the answer I would like to say that it is good to see a familiar face even if it one that I only met in passing.”
"Uh." Faris traced a finger along the table. "It was just a whim that brought me here. I'd seen everywhere else, at least as far as I can tell. Haven't seen head nor tail of that yellow fiend from the city. I'm starting to think that maybe it fell back into the Rift." He shook his head. "Aye. A friendly face is always a welcome sight," he added, though he didn't really believe it. It felt right, anyway, and there wasn't much insight he could offer now with his head full of storm clouds.
"And what of you, lass? Had any good fights? And what was that about a 'lady in white?'"
When Faris mentioned that he would not mind being called Sir Ninja she chuckled as there were a couple that she had met over the years that preferred to be called Rogues, or thieves with a conscious. She rather missed their little hangout within the docks of Limsa. A good bunch of people that worked hard and played just as hard. “Then I will remember that Faris. I can see that formality hangs about you even though you hate it. I take it that it comes from your days as a captain?”
The casual conversation was something that she was happy about as normally her conversations dealt with who or what she was hunting for whomever paid her for the job. Either that or she was arguing with Nidhogg as he tried to influence her mind through his eye but that had been happening less and less as time passed. She had to think that whatever brought her here had severed the link and hopefully it would wane enough so that she would not have to worry about him trying to conquer her mind anymore.
As her words about the woman known as Cosmos were spoken she could feel the hesitation coming from him. Something came across her mind and she just smiled at him warmly almost welcomingly. “Maybe we will get lucky and he did dissolve back into the Void. Never to return and bother these lands again. I saw what he did to Torenstein and especially to those who stood up against him. Sure I have not met the warrior bathed in light or the woman coated in magic but I have met the one who stood against him. You fought him with valor and bravery. Songs and ballads can be sung about your actions alone let alone what it is that we are doing…”
Reaching over she would place her ungauntletted hand upon his arm. Her hands would have a few scars upon her hand quite obviously a burn as she gave him a squeeze of reassurance. “Fought off a few bandits here and there. Helping people to become safer as for the lady…. I cannot make it out. I just feel as if she knows more but only one person there knew that. He knew about her but it is something hard not to dwell upon… Yet there are times to dwell on that and there are times to just attempt to relax.”
Giving him another light squeeze she would of moved her chair a little so that she was not stretching across the table quite as far. “Just Faris I know I am just a stranger but… I feel a chance at a budding friendship between us. I just want to let you know that I am here for you my friend.”
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
[attr="class","itsover"] Faris laughed. Even with the mood he was in, he couldn't help it. 'He had an air of formality around him,' she'd said. Faris had never heard anything more ridiculous in his life.
"Me? Formal? Why, I couldn't manage it if you forced me into a dress at the edge of a sword. And my days as a captain wouldn't do me much good. I'm a pirate, lass. If I'd've tried to lead the lot of them with anything but a round of drinks and a scowl, they'd have eaten me alive!" Faris shook his head, tracing a finger along the slick edge of the table. Still, the woman's words stuck with him like a knife wedged between his ribs. 'I can see that formality hangs about you even though you hate it.' Lenna would have said it was in his blood. His royal blood, as it turned out. Faris couldn't have dismissed it fast enough, but Lenna would have told it wasn't something he could run away from. He was who he was, even if he hated it.
'Well, the lass doesn't have a clue what she's talking about,' he thought grimly, 'I'm about as cut out for formality as I am for being a princess. It's all a bunch of nonsense.'
Still. How had she known?
The woman clearly hadn't noticed his turmoil, or perhaps she just didn't care. She was still smiling, though there was a bit of a kinder edge to it now. For some reason, Faris felt pitied. “Maybe we will get lucky and he did dissolve back into the Void," she said, and Faris laughed despite himself.
"Aye," he added in, though he wasn't sure if his heart was in it. His heart still raced with the thought of that day -- his blood still ran hot with that single word, 'Coward.' Even now, he wasn't sure which he wanted more: peace or revenge.
Eillien spoke highly of him. A little too highly, really, and Faris couldn't help but shift uncomfortably under the weight of her praise. "You fought him with valor and bravery. Songs and ballads can be sung about your actions alone.” Even after all of these weeks of demanding recognition, he still didn't like the sound of that. Valor and bravery didn't suit him. It never had. He'd fought that thing out of impulse, spurned on by a rush of adrenaline and the power of the crystals. He'd just wanted to save the poor people in the way of the beast's wrath. He wasn't some hero. Not really.
"Songs and ballads, huh?" Faris echoed."Don't know if that really fits me. I could sing them though if I heard it. The crystal's got the power of a bard, if you can believe it. I don't think a one of us ever used it, though. What are you going to take to fight off fiends? A sword or a lute?"Faris snorted at the thought of it. In all honesty, Bartz had tried the bard class exactly once, and Faris was still convinced it was just to prove his own stupidity. By the time their battle was over, Faris had been ready to wallop the boy over the head just to get him to stop singing.
He almost hadn't noticed Eillien's movements, not until he felt her hand on his arm. Faris blinked in surprise, glancing down at where their skin touched. He wasn't sure what it meant, really. It felt a little too familiar to be just a sign of friendship, but it couldn't have been much more than that either. She gave his arm a light squeeze as she told him about her battles and her travels. He was so distracted by her touch that he wasn't sure he caught a word of what she'd said. He felt his cheeks flush. Why did he feel so unbalanced by something so reassuring?
She squeezed his arm again and scooted closer. “Just Faris I know I am just a stranger but..." She looked at him, still smiling. "I feel a chance at a budding friendship between us. I just want to let you know that I am here for you my friend.”
"Uh." Faris stared at her. He hadn't the slightest idea how to take her sudden surge of support, but he didn't like the way she was looking at him, and they were still touching. Faris coughed uncertainly. "Aye, I could always use a friend..." he tried, but it came off lamer than he'd meant it, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. His heart thudded against his ribs.
He wasn't drunk enough for this. He found himself eyeing her ale longingly.
Eillien would let out a laugh as he mentioned how to lead around the pirates. “A scowl and buying them a few rounds? That is it? If I had known that I could of made even more friends in Limsa then I had. So many pirates with a conscious in that town. Could of bought many more rounds in the Drowned Wench. They would of liked it.” She spoke in response to his words rather enjoying the conversation despite the looks she noticed on Faris about something that was bothering him.
His response though involving Chaos seemed to be a double edged blade. It was like something was biting at him the entire time that they spoke about it. Eillien would want to pry about it but she did not as she respected the man enough. If he had wanted to he could tell her and she would be honest with him. The shifting did catch her eye and she knew that the praise would be needed to slip back despite who she was. His words about a bard made her smirk and shake her head. “In my world they carry harps instead of lutes… Though they have the harps transform into bows with the press of a button and are master archers. It is something amazing to watch as I had a companion at one time that was sitting there doing a ballad for us as we camped for the night. We were jumped by a small group of Garlean soldiers and they jumped to their feet and had arrows buried into three of the attackers in but a few moments.”
She stopped the story and went silent as she did not wish to push anything to far but sharing her old stories was something comforting to her. Things like that kept the eye of Nidhogg from bothering her for the most part so her rambling had a double meaning. She just hoped that Faris did not notice the fact that she was still somewhat nervous talking to him. It was like she was still a new adventurer especially when it came to speaking to people the caliber of Faris. When he mentioned that it was true that he needed a friend she smiled at him. “So.. you want a drink there Faris? My treat. Whatever you want just order it.”
As she spoke she would ask the waitress to add her friends stuff to her own order and tab for the evening. Nodding the waitress would wait for Faris to order something either to eat or drink.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
[attr="class","itsover"] Faris didn't know how to feel about Eillien when she was up close like this, smiling at him and touching his arm in that too-friendly way of hers. He didn't know what to feel about anything except confused. A little nervous. Shifty, maybe. Eillien was certainly a good looking woman, though he wasn't sure if he wanted his mind to go that way. That way was a labyrinth of twisting corners and embarrassing complications. He didn't usually go that way unless he'd had more than a few drinks in him, and even then he usually regretted it. If there was one thing he knew, it was that whatever was going on was a bad idea. A bad, bad, bad idea and he'd be better off leaving before he did something he couldn't take back.
But then she offered him a drink. Anything he wanted. On her. And he ordered three double shots of whiskey. Because he might as well if she was offering. He was already halfway through before he remembered that this was all a terrible idea. But by then, he figured he might as well finish. She'd paid for them, after all.
"Thanks, lass." Faris pushed the empty glasses aside and swallowed the taste from his tongue. "Think I needed that."
His head wasn't spinning yet. That would take a while. In the meantime, Faris closed his eyes and appreciated the burn in his chest. The alcohol hadn't affected him yet, but somehow the simple act of drinking had made him feel a little more open. Like he had an excuse, maybe.
"I've been alone for a while. My head wasn't right. Like a raging monsoon. Been drinking too much, but you know..." He leaned an elbow on the table and used it to prop up his cheek. He wanted to lay his head against the sticky residue, breathe in old liquor vapors, and sleep, but he wasn't that drunk. Not yet.
"Sheer luck I ran into you. Haven't seen half a friendly face since that monk in Provo. And he wasn't the sharpest cutlass in the hold." Faris grinned tiredly at the thought of Douken. His day with that monk had been one of the most bizarre in his life, and that was saying something. "Lost in a new kingdom. Now, there's something I wouldn't think would worry me, but there it is. I can hardly stand it all, and I'm s'posed to be the adventurous one. I've got the crystal of courage to show for it." Faris shifted his head so his eyes were shielded by his hand. He liked the darkness a little better. "But I just keep wondering about Lenna and Bartz and Tycoon. I reckon they can take care of themselves, but I don't like not knowing."
Faris paused, frowning, and gave Eillien a wary smile. "Sorry, lass. I'm talking up a storm now, aren't I?"
As Faris ordered the drinks she chuckled and watched him down the drinks with relative ease she whistled in a type of admiration. “Dang Faris… You can down those faster than I could down the old Doman Plum Wine I used to drink. Their glasses were even smaller then that and you whipped me in that.” Laughing lightly as she rubbed the side of her head as her own ale was emptied and sitting beside his row of drinks. The waitress took away the drinks and just smiled at the two of them before slipping back to behind the bar.
She would wave her hand as Faris thanked her for the drinks as a obviously smaller glass was brought over to Eillien. It was a simple whiskey in a tumble glass as she sat there with him. “It is nothing at all Faris. I owe you more than a little for the enjoyable time when we met in Torenstein. I had not had fun like that since Mor Dhona’n bar fights.” Her words slipped away as she brought the drink to her lips and took a good drink of it. Looking at Faris as he spoke about things and then slipped to rest his head onto his hand with rested elbow on the table.
“Sometimes luck can be called fate but luck is a much nicer way of putting it. And you ran into a monk in Provo? That’s interesting. I ran into a Paladin out in the wilds in my own travels. Reminded me of a few old fellows I used to travel with. Good men they all were.” Taking another drink from her whiskey she had finished it off rather quickly as she felt a slight swimming inside her head but nothing to far. When his hand slipped and he blocked his view she knew that there was something coming and when he spoke of Lenna and his other old companions she nodded at him.
Waving her hand at him she spoke softly as she moved her hand to lightly touch his shoulder. “It is nothing Faris. I miss my old companions in the Scions. Each of them were a character and a half. I miss the womanizing ways of Thancred, the stoic and calm outlook for our mages and the energy that our leader exuded. Yet here I am in a strange world.. With only the object of Dragon’s Wrath upon my side. The Eye of Nidhogg, a symbol of my peoples own struggle that is seemingly endless. Yet here I am to help these people and not my own…”
As she rambled on Eillien sighed and pulled her hand back. Placing a hand on the sack on her hip she spoke softly once more. “Yet as you say. We can only hope that they are fine. Hope they handle themselves as well as we know them to be able to do…”
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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
[attr="class","itsover"] The woman touched his shoulder. Her eyes softened.
He wasn't sure what she said, really. It was the usual, rambling Eillien way of speaking. She agreed that she missed people too. That she was also lost. She told him that she was here to help people that she didn't know. It felt familiar, like he'd heard it too many times before, but he didn't know why. They'd only met once, after all. It was like he'd seen her somewhere swimming in the back of his mind. Like she'd been a phantom or maybe a dream.
Faris' eyebrows furrowed. He couldn't make sense of it.
“Yet as you say. We can only hope that they are fine," Eillien went on, "Hope they handle themselves as well as we know them to be able to do…” She pulled her hand away as she finished, and Faris couldn't help but feel grateful for it. It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He didn't have to worry about it anymore.
"Aye..." he said slowly. His head wasn't spinning yet, but his tongue felt a bit heavy. His thoughts, sluggish. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Why did the woman beside him feel so familiar? Like it had been weeks since their last meeting instead of months? Why did he almost expect her ramblings? And why did his chest burn with frustration when he thought of them?
He'd seen it before. Sharp, black edges framed in white light.
"I must've dreamed about you," he muttered. "One hell of a dream." He rubbed his forehead and tried to put his heart at ease. Why did his blood fill with apprehension at the thought of it? His crystal flickered apprehensively.
Drinking was dangerous in his state of mind. When he was more prone to thought than action. He didn't like it, but it would only get worse. He'd already made sure of that.
"I should go," he said, standing more suddenly than he should have. He swayed before catching his balance on the table. "Don't want to take up your time." He turned away, tongue sluggish, mind tilting like a ship in a storm. Hazy pictures pounded in the back of his memory. "Sorry about that."
